I have no skin It decayed long ago Leaving nothing but a stench behind Then She came along Promised me forever Promised me metamorphous Eternal evolution I breathed her deeply She was spore-like Lodging herself dry and dusty in my lungs I multiplied I expanded I was a simple mathematical equation Where s=pd Creating a perimeter I/she could not exist outside of I grew Engorged with her virulent disease I postulated and drove men mad Until I was nothing more than a spore myself A contagion A cadaver of pestilence A virion containing around 187,000 letters All that remained was An unholy stench And the four horse men of the apocalypse.Birth sign: Scorpio
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